Gather around, my children,

and let me share the light.

When I was born, I saw nothing but light. I looked around at my world and recognized nothing—nothing except the Pack. Before I knew fear, before I knew doubt, I knew connection. I opened myself to the Pack for guidance, for survival, for understanding. They showed me when to run, when to stand still, and when to remain calm in the face of the unknown.

The Pack taught me the way.

They shared their light freely. Through them, I learned that I was safe. Through them, I learned that I was not alone. They told me to follow—not because they ruled, but because they cared. They walked ahead so I could see the path more clearly. They stood beside me so I would not fall.

There is nothing stronger than a Pack.

A Pack protects the light while walking the path set before it. This is where the Pack exists—not in domination, not in isolation, but in unity. Together, we move forward, guided by shared purpose, toward the light we all come from and to which we will one day return.

The Pack taught me what love truly is—not possession, not control, but protection and presence. They taught me how to guard my own light and how to recognize when it is time to share it with others. They taught me that strength is not found in standing alone, but in standing together.

For me, the Pack was everything.
The world existed outside of us—loud, demanding, and distracting—but it was never what mattered most. What mattered was within the circle. To love and to be loved is the only thing that truly matters in this world. Everything else is noise.

The Pack is more than a group.
It is belonging.
It is guidance.
It is shared light on a dark path.

If you are here, reading this, listening, feeling the call—know this:

You were never meant to walk alone.
The Pack remembers you.
And the light is still waiting.